Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' magic, gettin' stuck like traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys with me, like four flat tires
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My name was cocaine, that's a crazy bitch
Was my love, that I will admit
Watchin' fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know, how it go
Or are just another fake on the microphone?
I to the 'Pac, I listen to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys stare, take it to the square, hoe
Should I stay ag' or should I let my grow?
I know it stop, even though they try
45 years, in like a homicide

[CHORUS:
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so

2: COAST]
The world has got me on
I'm closer to that spot on the ledge
To where if I drop, then I'm
Man, it's probably
these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock fulla'
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to the same pain
I'm in same game, I hustle to change things
'Cuz whoever says I wanna see lead fly
The bullets done by, now that's where your head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw bang
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the two-way
So come creep me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed
What the deal baby, this is real life
is what it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, fly the kite to Los
I''d like to welcome on behalf of S.P. bro'

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 3:
stay strong, stronger then they thought
I made 'em so sick when I it off the lot
But I'd apart, if I couldn't spark
South Park, slap 20's on my Ark
ain't a thing, never will I love it
Guess why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I it on my homies, spent it on my kids
I put a necklace in my momma's fridge
But all the jealousy kept me up
I try to stuff a whole ounce in one blunt
So enemies, for no good reason
Guess they mad cause I make the dough look
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would drop
Now I'm on lock, they still can't take it
Homie, I'm the of this shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And pull so
And so heavily
wit' me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily